From this wheelchair, I see
My world and what used to be
Body broken long ago
Underneath, scars still show
Thinking of what could be
If from this condition, finally free
To roam these hills again
No feeling of caged within
Such miniscule pleasures, I'll enjoy
Once again, an exuberant young boy
These shackles finally gone
My new life beginning to dawn
Sadly knowing it's never to be
Just visions in my mind, I see
For freedom, I often pine
Sitting acceptingly, I know it's part of god's design
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes! from my nursing home bed I can see my world and what used to be My body also broken long ago. For me, These shackles will never be gone Laying here acceptingly I know I am in. Forgive me but your excellent poem touches a raw nerve reminding me of my own hopeless condition.